I'd like to go to sleep
For only but a week
To see what the world would do.
No I wouldn't be dead
Though it's not something I dread
If I laid on my eternal bed
If I slept like a rock
And never woke up to the cock-a-doodle-doo of the rooster
Would the world be different, yet the same
But I'll never know
For sleep is what I lack
So was the life of a sleep insomniac
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Poetry
PoetryJust poems I write during school when I'm bored. Some are bad, especially the first few, but the rest aren't half bad. They're probably really dark but there should be one or two happy ones.
